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GWhere?d that dirt face, bare foot, rebel kid go
He?s still craGwdad fishin? at the waterin? hole
I must?ve tuGrned eighteen and drove away
After all tGhese years I?m finding my way
Oh, bGack to climbin? up that old old tree
Back into the mud underneath my feet
BaGck to a simpler state of mind,
An easier life, Lord an easier time
GBottle rocket - blackcat ? firefly,
A plywood ramp stacked three bricks high
GBack to real, back to me
Oh back to fGree, like we used to be
You and Gme, let?s get back to free
GHow the hell did we wind up here,
Self-meGdicated in a lazy chair?
AllG set for dying, locked in our homes,
NobGody?s talking but we?re all on the phone
BGack to climbin? up that old old tree
Back into the mud underneath my feet
GBack to a simpler state of mind,
an easier life lord an easier time
GBottle rocket - blackcat ? firefly,
A plywood ramp stacked three bricks high
GBack to real, back to me
Oh back to frGee, like we used to be
You and Gme, let?s get back to free
Instrumental
G
GRope swing; main street; pregnancy scare
Fast lane; insane; driving impaired
GEmpty pockets; sweet lover?s lane;
The count is right so let it rain
GShort fuse; good news, plants were tall
A negative Tess, that old Johnny law
GWe had nothing, we had it all
We were fGree, like we used to be
You and mGe, let?s get back to free G G
GWhere?d that dirt face, bare foot, rebel kid go
He?s still rawdad Gfishin? at the waterin? hole
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